28 Plays Later Challenge #28


So here we are, after twenty eight gruelling days; the final challenge and a disappointing brief echoing the first, to write a play using four numbers which didn’t inspire anything in me at all. So instead I decided to revisit one of the earlier challenges to write a play about your favourite song using the lyrics.

Mac Arthur Park is one of those extraordinary idiosyncratic masterpieces that has baffled people as to its meaning through its obscure poetical lyrics. I bought the album years ago and indulged in Jimmy Webb’s heartfelt songwriting craft and originality of his lyrics and orchestration. Richard Harris was an unlikely singer and champion of his work but it was one of those extraordinary collaborations that left a unique legacy of hauntingly beautiful songs which were in tune with my own heart break at the time.

As Jimmy Webb has since made clear, the song was about the break up of a relationship where he would meet his girlfriend for lunch in Mac Arthur Park which is in Los Angeles and all the strange references to things like “cake left out in the rain” he saw there. Suzy Horton was also the muse for other great Webb songs “By the Time I Get to Phoenix,” “Where’s the Playground, Susie” and “Didn’t We.”

So I imagined their last meeting in Mac Arthur Park and their farewell picnic together before disappearing from each other’s lives forever. It could do with developing. Remember all these posts were written in one sitting, usually around a couple or three hours work at most.



28 Plays Later Challenge #27


So the last four challenges I decided not to post since they were not worthy of it. Some merely instructions or making up a language or reworkings/edits of previous posts. Todays challenge was to chose one of our favourite briefs from the whole challenge and write a new response. I decided to go with the artistic movement one when I last wrote about the early Cubism of Picasso and Braque. This time I wanted to write a piece about British Pop Art. I was searching for a vague idea when I took a bus journey into and back from Waterloo. A very dramatic brooding sky of Prussian blue at dusk on the way in and a soaked inky black London on the return seen through watery windscreen fogged with condensation and the wonderful abstract colours of random lights caught in my camera.If you choose to sit next to the only other passenger who is a madman, you tend to get a more memorable ride.